Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.